Could I hold you in my silence,
where words no longer mean
inner certainty,
mean anything.
It is this moment,
caught in midair.
What is, is good & the only
gift, we can offer each other,
is to let go of
every word - a prison,
unable to catch the inner landscape,
vast like the mesa, the ocean.
A million words can never
say, what I want to tell you.
Can never
say, what I want to tell you.
(c) Susanne Becker
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